The sign reads BOWEN'S under that is SWIFT ICE CREAM. The bikes may be mine and Eddie's or just someone from the neighborhood, we did not deliver. The building (store and upstairs apartment) were an existing facility. Swift did a large business in the area and had an office in Norfolk diagonally across the street from Doumar's. If you will note all the sign work in the windows was done by Swift. When you walked in the door the service counter was on the wall next to the house on the right and ran toward the back of the store, across from the counter (Spratley street side) was booths and a juke box, in the back was a storage area and work area where they made up the hamburgers etc. I looked at the shadow on the foreground and think it could be your Granddad (just a guess). The city bus PTC stopped on the corner of Spratley and Elm across from the car that you see in the picture. Down the street (Elm) towards High St. on the right hand side was a D. P. Store (grocery) where dad purchased ground beef (after he fired uncle Wilson who put to much fat in his ground beef). D. P. was a local chain run by David Pender, through a series of purchases they became the Colonial Stores which was the largest grocery chain in the area at one time.
I don't remember when but my Grandmother gave me the cake plate that was used at the store and always had some kind of sweet under it's chrome lid. She always loved sweets and made the best Blondies you ever tasted (she also cooked popcorn in bacon grease and made Snow Cream whenever it snowed!). She was a true Southern cook and it was always a treat to have dinner with her and my Grandfather.
This is her 1931 Pet Recipe cookbook which has her hand written ice cream instructions and a notation of where her favorite Corn Pudding recipe could be found.
I don't cook as much as I would like to because I don't have the time. I think about all she and women of her generation had to do and wonder how they ever got it all done!
My Grandmother, Mildred, will celebrate her 101st birthday at the end of this month. One more year older, unfortunately she is slipping away from us. I miss the vibrant person she used to be, I miss hearing her hum along to her favorite song on the record player, I miss her laughing with my Nannie (they became very good friends!), I miss spending summers on their farm in Suffolk where we slept on the back porch and ate strawberries straight from their garden. So many memories I can recall when I hold something that once belonged to my family. My son was asking questions about all the stuff I have around here and he asked me how I could remember where every object came from, when I got it and who had given it to me. I told him it was my job to know, I had to tell them so they could remember our past. Without our past we have no roots, no foundation. These things are as important to me as my children's baby clothes, their first tooth, their hugs.
Happy Birthday Grandmom!